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Hi Martin flashed a warning look at the catcher for his nine, then sent a sweeping glare around the bases. Greg and Dick smiled sweetly back. "Play ball!" ordered Umpire Tozier. Dan Dalzell was now at bat, tingling with anxiety, though his grin seemed a yard wide. "Oh, you Danny Grin! Eat the leather!" appealed a Central rooter from the side.
After a few moments Dick ventured: "Greg, I kept that promise the day we moved into encampment -the first day that I was a yearling." "Oh! Are Laura and Belle coming on West Point soon?" Holmes asked eagerly. "I don't know. I'll be mighty glad when I do know. But undoubtedly Darrin has invited them to Annapolis, too.
Tawney's smile tightened a little, but he hung onto it. "I always felt close to your father," he said. "All of us at Jupiter Equilateral did. We were all sorry to see him leave." "I bet you were," Greg said, "he was the best mining engineer you ever had. But Dad could never stand liars, or crooked ways of doing business."
It was a weapon, at least. He was not well acquainted with guns, and in the shadowy light it seemed to him that this one looked odd for a revolver; it even felt wrong, out of balance in his hand. He slipped it back in the case. After all, it had been fitted to Dad's hand, not his. And Johnny or Greg would know how to use it better than he would. If he could find them.
And if a group of power-hungry men could control a star-drive and hold it for profit, they could blackmail an entire planet for centuries, and build an empire in space that could never be broken. He knew that it must not happen that way. Dad had died to prevent it. Now it was up to them. Greg glanced quickly around the cabin, searching for some way out, something that might give them a chance.
As Dick pushed aside the flap and entered his tent, he beheld his chum and roommate, Greg Holmes, now a cadet lieutenant, carefully transferring himself to his spoony dress uniform. "Going to the hop to-night, old ramrod?" asked Greg carelessly, though affectionately. "Not in my line of hike," yawned Prescott. "You know I'm no hopoid." "Oh, loyal swain!" laughed Greg in mock admiration.
"That would be just the sort of game for to-day," Dave approved. "That's what I say," nodded Tom. "Dick, you're used to these woods," Spoff went on. "You be the big Injun -the big chief. Choose two more of the fellows to be Injuns with you, and the rest will be whites." "All right," nodded Dick. "Dave and Tom can go with me. Who'll be your captain?" "Greg!" cried Spoff.
"Saturday night?" Rachael said to Warren. "Possibly not, dear. I can tell better later in the week." "You don't know how we slaves envy you, Rachael!" Magsie said. "When Greg and I are gasping away in some roof-garden, having our mild little iced teas, we'll think of you down here on the glorious ocean!" "We're a mutual consolation league!" Warren said with an appreciative laugh.
It spoils the whole thing if anyone of us gets held up from the trip. Did you hear about Rip's pony, Dick?" "Yes." "Served him ri " began Greg Holmes, but stopped suddenly. For Fred Ripley, turning the corner, saw Dick & Co., and carefully walked around them to avoid having to pass through the little crowd. "Speaking of angels !" said Dave Darrin dryly.
"All right," agreed Greg, "I'll take boxing lessons within a year or two, so as to be prepared for you." "I wish this were to-morrow afternoon," grumbled Harry Hazelton. "I'm glad it's to-day," sighed Dave easily. "But to-morrow will be Monday, and we can play baseball."
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